"Aww~"
"Ah..."
"Hiss... Holy crap..."
"Thump!" Downstairs from Chu Ge, an old man was watching TV, occasionally glancing up at the floor and making ambiguous clicking sounds.
"That young couple upstairs, they're quite the ladies' man... It's a pity they're too old to play anymore. Speaking of which, that girl is really beautiful, like a fairy."
In the living room, Chu Ge, radiating a faint golden light, lay sprawled on the floor, his head covered in bumps, his eyes darting around.
Qiu Wuji went back to his room to get his laptop, found a sound effect from an animated film where someone is unconscious with swollen eyes, and played it aloud, amused himself.
Chu Ge snapped out of his daze, both wincing in pain and amused: "This is your Golden Bell Shield training method? I've never heard of training it like this!"
"Yeah, it's a simplified version after my analysis. See, you've mastered it, haven't you? So fast!"
Chu Ge: "You didn't do anything, just taught me a technique formula and then beat me up. How did that make it?"
"Don't talk nonsense! How did I beat you up?"
"Was it to help me strengthen my weak point and build a protective shield?"
"No, I just beat you up..."
Chu Ge gritted his teeth: "Qiu! Wu! Ji! Are you dead?"
"Alright, alright, it did help you strengthen your weak point." Qiu Wu Ji crossed his arms and said leisurely, "To be precise, you're now a basic beginner, only your skin has a faint golden glow, making you more resistant than others..." "Actually, calling it Iron Shirt is closer than Golden Bell Shield; it's still far from the true mastery of Golden Bell Shield." She sighed, looking at Chu Ge with great pity: "Who told some idiots to create this? Some grand, orthodox Buddhist fundamental law, ancient and enduring, indestructible, mastered not overnight." Chu Ge: "Who's this stupid author?"
"I don't know which pig it is either," Qiu Wuji laughed. "Anyway, I should thank him for not letting me learn this kind of beating-up stuff… I only know this method; I haven't practiced it myself. I'll probably have to study it more before teaching you the deeper levels. For now, that's enough." Chu Ge groaned as he got up. The training of his weak point had hurt quite a bit, but it seemed to be healing quickly; he felt nothing anymore. He could feel his skin and flesh had thickened considerably. It didn't seem to be purely magical protection, but rather a short-term reorganization and protection achieved through the activation of muscle strength. He couldn't quite articulate it, nor did he know the specific level of attack it could protect against, or the difference between sharp and blunt weapons. He hadn't tried it, so he didn't understand.
When writing, one can ramble on, but when it actually happens to you, you truly have no idea.
Chu Ge pinched and poked himself here and there, hesitantly asking, "If I remember correctly, while the Golden Bell Shield is based on magic, it's fundamentally a form of physical cultivation."
"Yes, it's primarily physical; magic is merely a supplement. So I'm not learning this stuff." Qiu Wuji already had various protective spells, moving with a light and graceful gait, pursuing a light and agile style, not wanting to become like a sandbag. Well, Chu Ge's style was perfect.
Chu Ge hesitated, "Body cultivation is fine, but... are you sure you've dealt with all the weaknesses from earlier?"
"No, do you really expect to develop your defense to the seven orifices with your current cultivation? Be careful."
"Seven orifices is a minor matter, but what about down there? What about my balls? Are they hard?"
Qiu Wuji stared in disbelief.
"Is that what you're concerned about?"
"Our Father God is like this, our world might as well be destroyed..."
"Don't make that face." Chu Ge leaned back, "This is a serious question about cultivation techniques, be serious."
"Don't you know that you wrote it yourself?"
"How could I possibly write this in detail about such a typical minor character technique? How many protagonists have you seen practicing this stuff? Being cool is a lifelong thing, okay? People like the Thunder Blade Mad Monk and the Vajra Warrior have wanted to get rid of that nickname their whole lives..."
"...Who is it?"
"Nobody." Chu Ge said, "Anyway, I just made a twelve-layer setting, saying it's the highest defensive technique of Buddhism. Heaven knows how your world will interpret it." "Of course?"
"So I need to go back and study it more. I told you I haven't practiced it, I've only seen it."
"Does the Sutra Repository have it? If not, I can add a patch? I once killed a traitor from the Buddhist sect and obtained a rubbing from him. That should work."
"...The Sutra Repository already has it. It has this origin. I killed him myself. I originally gave it back to the Buddhist sect, giving them considerable face. Abbot Dabei personally approved that I kept the rubbing for study. Anyway, it's useless if he doesn't acknowledge it. I've already seen it, why would he start a war with me..." Qiu Wuji repeated, "I killed him myself, you didn't write it!" Chu Ge stroked his chin.
This plot really wasn't written before. It seems the world's self-completion "outside the predetermined plot" is quite rich. For example, he wrote a sentence that the Sutra Repository contains many high-level methods collected throughout the ages. There are many stories about these "collections throughout the ages" that he couldn't write, so this self-completion filled in one of them.
In that case, a patch can still be added.
Chu Ge dashed into the room, opened the outline and setting scroll, and in the "Technique Setting" section, selected "Golden Bell Shield," adding, "Only minor mastery is needed to protect the Yin Gate... making the Golden Spear unyielding and the testicles indestructible."
Save.
In the book's world, many monks wondered if they had become a little...
Tears streaming down their faces, "This is useless for us monks..."
Chu Ge was also in tears, his logical thinking prevailing. He still had to write that "minor mastery" was required. He was just starting out, so he didn't need it yet... Oh right, even if he did need it, there was nowhere to use it... Oh well, he'd just wait until minor mastery was achieved.
Chu Ge glanced at his side; Qiu Wuji was standing there with her hands on her hips, watching him revise the settings, her speechless and disgusted expression quite adorable.
He wondered if she regretted choosing this to teach him. How did a perfectly good Buddhist technique turn into this mess?
"I'm going back now." Qiu Wuji watched him finish his task and finally said, "Your situation is rather special. I also want to go back and look through some ancient texts to see how best to teach you the rest. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so there's no need for me to stay here." Chu Ge was still reluctant to leave: "How can there be nothing to do? You've only just gotten the hang of computers, there's so much you haven't tried..." Qiu Wuji smiled slightly and tapped his temple: "I've imprinted several books in my mind's eye, but I haven't digested them yet. I can read them slowly when I get back, which will save time—everyone's flow rate seems to be different." Chu Ge was stunned. This was indeed a very overpowered thing.
His first thought was, if he could go in later, he could write "Seven days later" on the outside, hide inside and write seven days' worth of drafts, wow, that would be invincible! Even if he couldn't go in, if Qiu Wuji could really write for him in the future, that would still be invincible... Who could compete?
A writer's reaction is always so sincere, honest, and utterly unambitious.
He didn't say much. Saying goodbye amicably and returning home anytime was much easier than the awkwardness and discomfort of his previous sudden disappearances. It was no different from going to work or a business trip. His reaction was quite calm now: "Alright, don't always look at these things when you get back. Keep up your cultivation. Yan Qianlie is not someone to be trifled with. I made him seem very strong just to give him a higher status."
"I know, I know." Qiu Wuji suddenly went back to his room, grabbed a pair of stockings, and handed them over: "Here."
Chu Ge: "?" Qiu Wuji said with a straight face: "Now that you have something in your hand, the things scattered when I disappeared will be safer."
Chu Ge was furious and snorted: "Don't worry, go ahead."
Qiu Wuji dashed back to his room, hid under the covers, wrapped himself up tightly, and only returned safely after confirming that the things were scattered in the bedding.
Over there, Chu Ge expressionlessly opened the main text document and began typing: "Qiu Wuji's divided soul returned from its journey, but lost in thought about the Heavenly Dao, forgetting that the closed-door formation he had set up wasn't for casual movement. With a 'bang,' the divided soul crashed into the stone door, its entire soul body slowly sliding down the door in a spread-eagle position..."
(From the book's world.)
Qiu Wuji felt much safer with his personal belongings this time and happily returned to his main body. With a 'bang,' the divided soul crashed into the stone door, slowly sliding down in a spread-eagle position.